Owner	Pose
Daimon Hellstrom	When last we saw our intrepid anti-heroine, Satana had taken the Crystal of Souls from her brother to take it to her father. However when she teleported away from Casa de Hellstrom, she was redirected from Hell to Club Nefarious in Manhattan. An underground night club where demons, devils, and other infernal beasts dwell - intermingling with normal humans who come there to escape the normal world into a world of sin and debauchery. Club Nefarious is exclusive, high end, and very expensive. Also run by Agathon. The demon that acts as a spy and agent for her father. Dunt-dunt-dunt-dunt-dunt-duhhh music plays with heavy base in the background behind sound resistant walls of the darkened main office. Behind the desk is Agathon himself. To the side are two succubi on a couch playing kissy face. Near the exit of the office is a large demon bouncer who stands ready to attack any unwanted persons.     Satana stands in the middle of the room within a demon trap (painted circle on the floor) that is designed to hold demons/devils/infernals. But it won't hold half breeds like herself. Agathon was expecting her. He smiles up to her.
Satana	"It took a little... sneaking..." she says with a pleased smile. "But I believe I acquired the item that father wanted." Horns out and decorated with strips of gold, she's dressed in barely anything at all, painted latex that covers any naughty bits, but exposes plenty of skin down to her devilish red heels. Honestly, the shoes are kind of modest in comparison. She holds a velvet pouch, black as night with little stars on it, within her grasp. She taps lightly on it with a gold-leafed talon.      The succubi are ignored. Her lessers, but sometimes she does like to make them jump by shooting a look their way. But she focuses back on Agathon, offering up her prize.
Daimon Hellstrom	Agathon will motion to the desk for Satana to place the bag upon. His eyes remain upon Satana, appreciating what she wears - rather, what does not wear. Further knowing that the circle won't hold her, he anticipates her approach to the desk that separates the both of them. "Your Father will be pleased. I'll ensure that he receives the prize in your name."
Satana	"Please do," she says, setting the pretty bag down. Always with a degree of theater. "One crystal, as promised," she says, looking smug and pleased with herself. Why of course it's the genuine article- and it is. Though the content might not be what her father anticipated, he did not specify that it be packed full of any specific soul. The weight of it shall be equal.
Daimon Hellstrom	It's likely that Agathon will be a good scape goat for the crystal not being up to snuff.     He opens the top of the silk bag and drops down the sides to expose the crystal. He looks it over and says, "Your father will be very pleased." and offers a toothy nefarious grin. He then looks back up to Satana. "Expect that there will be other things that your father will desire of his favorite daughter. Things that come at the expense of your brother. It is good to have you back in the fold."
Satana	Satana will not mind one bit. As with most devils, she's keen on details and doing exactly what is contracted. "Mm, I'm busy," she says," flipping some of her white hair back over her shoulder. "I'm sure father has others he can assign tasks in the meantime? Outsource. Expand," she says. "And that should be all for today, correct?" Impatient, either to dance, feed, or get home.
Daimon Hellstrom	Agathon nods, "Quite." he responds to her query of being finished for today. His toothy smile returning as he looks at the crystal and draws the silk bag up over it with his clawed hands. He footnotes, "You are the outsource." - And Satana will know that her Father is keen on Daimon taking over for him as it's a very misogynistic system favoring male devils/demons over female when it comes to inheritance."
Satana	Internally, she's rolling her eyes. OH, the plans she has. But instead she smiles. "Well, maybe he should call up Daimon directly, next time? Could have saved me the trouble," she says. She can't help it, jabbing back a little. Though she's just as likely to take it out on her brother, which she seems to want to do now. She turns towards the door, "Enjoy your toy."
Daimon Hellstrom	No reply occurs. Satana makes for her exit.     The bouncer demon will step to the side, opening the door for Satana's departure. The music is extremely loud beyond the door, the thumping can be felt in one's chest as it resonates through the lungs.